Building a sect from scratch.

These headless people had almost completely lost their three souls and seven spirits, with only one remaining vital soul and spirit maintaining the movement of their limbs and torsos.

Strictly speaking, headless people and corpses are quite similar in appearance and even in the formation of their bodies. However, corpses are controlled by a demonic entity or by someone else, and in either case, they have nothing to do with the original owner of the body. Headless people, on the other hand, have their bodies controlled by their own remaining soul, and the owner of that soul is themselves.

The existence of the fake Dragon Balls not only sustained the "life" of the monster made of bones, but also suppressed the instincts of all the headless men. Therefore, when the fake Dragon Balls were put away, all the headless men in the entire underground world seemed to be suddenly activated, bursting out with extremely strong resentment and boundless hatred.

How can one not resent or hate?

That was oppression that lasted for countless years.

When people are treated as containers for energy conversion, who can help but feel resentment and hatred?
The headless men, their three souls and seven spirits reduced to a single ghostly essence, were unable to comprehend the logic of their misfortune or discern the cause of their suffering. Driven by instinct, they surged toward the only living aura that exuded the "smell of life," crowding densely at the feet of the players soaring through the sky.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! My name's turned red! This is terrible!"

"Is this some kind of cultivation-themed zombie apocalypse version of Zombie Rising?!"

"How can we possibly kill them all!"

"How about we die and go back to get some rocket launchers?"

"That thing is really expensive, and you have to apply for approval. Can our community get it?"

The players were talking animatedly, and their hands were busy too.

Since it's a red name, it must have tried attacking a few times.

Everyone soon realized that the scene was only terrifying to look at, and that these headless men were actually very fragile; they could be killed with just a few slashes.

Upon seeing this scene, Jun Chou was first stunned, and then he suddenly realized what was happening.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, doing such a thing would likely lead to their death at the hands of so many headless people. In fact, if they were to run away, these headless people would gather here, nourished by the spiritual energy of the spirit stone mine, and over time, they would become increasingly troublesome, eventually causing a great disaster!
But it's the players who do this kind of thing—

What kind of beings are players? Even if they're not sick, they'll still act crazy. How could they not be tempted to attack when they see a red name? Besides, these headless men don't have any offensive means. What cultivators fear most is the erosion of their spirit by resentment and hatred. It can easily make cultivators who have been underground for a long time become extreme and irritable. If they stay for too long, they might even unknowingly become one of these headless men. When that happens, it will be terrifying.

But this danger poses zero threat to the players.

This kind of spiritual erosion, to put it bluntly, affects the soul. But players are just a projection of a wisp of consciousness; where would they get their souls? So they won't be affected by it!
With a quick thought, Jun Chou breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Fang Xianyu's figure leave. Even a Golden Core cultivator would feel uncomfortable staying in such an environment for too long. Now that the matter was resolved, there was no need for her to stay here and keep an eye on things.

Unbeknownst to the players spying on Jun Chou and Fang Xianyu, they were engaged in a heated discussion about the headless monsters. The player who first killed one exclaimed in delight, "There's experience! It's just a bit low, only 100 experience points per monster. The developers should just shut up!"

Another player chimed in with a complaint: "Even less prestige and contribution points, less than a hundred each!"

Although the individual amount is small, the quantity is large. At a rough glance, there are at least tens of thousands of headless people in the entire underground world, which adds up to quite a lot!

Renxin Huadao immediately suggested, "We can't keep this to ourselves. How about we shout it out in the community group and let everyone come and join us?"

One player asked, "What about the temporary camp? Someone has to guard it!"

Nietzsche had a good idea: "We can outsource it and find people from other communities to help guard it!"

Other players didn't have any objections either; in fact, most of them were quite excited.

As the community is largely composed of newbies, there is a significant gap between them and veteran players. Veteran players already have a set of school uniforms, while new players can't even collect a complete set of green gear—unless they are whales who can buy it from veteran players at a high price.

With such an opportunity, where everyone can enjoy the fruits of our labor and quietly catch up, how could we not be excited!

Some players excitedly joked, "Hurry up and call for reinforcements! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! It's like gold is falling from the sky! Mom! Gold is raining down!"

Some players who value fairness deliberately said, "Don't fight! Let's wait until everyone comes down. It won't make a difference if we fight a little longer!"

Nietzsche hurriedly contacted Longshan Sheyi, where orders were accepted with clearly marked prices and after-sales service included, earning a stellar reputation.

I just found two veteran players from Longshan to join the group and help guard the temporary camp, and the group chat has already been bombarded with 99+ messages.

Although the Haoqi Changcun community doesn't have many members, with a total of less than a hundred, most of them are college students. They are on holiday during the National Day holiday and have plenty of free time. As soon as they heard about the opportunity to gain experience, prestige, and contribution points for free, they all rushed into their game pods to log in, afraid of missing out on a sip of the "meat soup."

In just over ten minutes, more than forty of the nearly seventy guild members logged on, forming a 50-person raid group. While waiting for others to log on, a few players in the group were arguing about whether to let players from other guilds join in.

“We politely declined to speak to people from other communities, otherwise this matter would never end,” Nietzsche, as the community leader and guild leader, made the final decision. “Besides, this instance was triggered by our community; it’s our own luck, and we have no obligation to share it with others. Moreover, the more people there are, the less prestige and contribution points we get. Everyone should understand this principle. So it’s fine for our own people to enjoy the benefits, but we’ll pass on to outsiders!”

That's right. In the game "Ten Continents Chronicles", whether you encounter monsters in the wild or the Nine Nether Demons in dungeons, the prestige and contribution points you get from killing them are diluted based on the number of players. If this weren't done, players would definitely exploit bugs to try and get more prestige and contribution points for free, and Fang Xianyu would be unable to make ends meet!
Therefore, the more people there are, the less prestige and contribution they receive, which ensures a balance in the system energy points that players bring to Fang Xianyu when they run dungeons.

Of course, Fang Xianyu was very generous with experience points, treating everyone equally without diluting or equalizing them. This is why Nietzsche decided to have all members of the community try to gain experience points from monsters. (End of Chapter)